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April 19, 2012

Chook House Palace

What a beautiful Autumn day!

I've been down at the chicken house, or as us Aussies like to call it "the chook house". I wanted to tidy up and cut back alot of overgrown plants inside, because I'm sure the chooks can't find each other!

When we moved to the farm 4 years ago, this amazing chicken house complete with occupants was part of the deal. We have no idea how old the hens and roosters were, and we have lost some to old age along the way.

Except for the time we introduced the neighbours hen, named Ellen who happened to be a rooster, who had a fight with our rooster who subsequently died from his war wounds.

Sorry where was I? Oh right!

So our hens have given us alot of eggs during the years, but now they are happy to live out their lives in the sunshine in their chook house palace.

Footnote:- There is a particular skirt that I love which is a burnt orange colour. The chickens hate it. Everytime I wear it, they peck me.

Hope they will keep warm without all the plants as the weather cools.We had chooks years back and the fresh eggs were wonderful and the chook poo used to sit in a bucket with a heavy slab on top and MOH would take some out and add water and it did wonders for the vegie garden.A man has built a horrible huge grey house right at our back fence (not sure how he got permission) and now where out chook house is would be too close to him.We had names for our chooks and when they got too old to lay we would take them to a small farm in an outer suburb who had elderly chooks running free. I guess they got the odd egg from them and we knew the old chooks had a good home. I could never eat a chook that I had cuddled or know well so none of ours ever graced our dinner table.Hope you do get some new ones when these pass on to their eternal chook pen.